No test. Slightly happier.

D cheered me up, I was boring as I always am when talking to him, just complaining about how much I hate myself and he keeps reassuring me I'm beautiful and amazing.

Ah and the awkward moment when..

The testing guy wants to connect the measuring thing to my arm and

he asks me what happened.

"I got hurt."

No, I don't self-harm (Just like I don't smoke), that was just me crossing my arms when getting a physics test back and digging my nails in a bit far.

Still awkward.

x

/E